By taking Linghuai, Su Ze found that Su Xiaorou's strength had indeed increased a little, but it was not enough to see at all.

Let her take Linghuai again, and find that she still only increases some strength, and there is no more.

Su Ze wanted to let Su Xiaorou eat again, but he saw her shaking her head and gesturing with an explosion.

In an instant, Su Ze understood that she was at the limit and could no longer use Linghuai.

Otherwise, the body will be blown up, and other people will not have their own recovery power, and if the body is torn, then death will not be far away.

Sighing lightly, Su Ze said helplessly.

"I still want you to be my guardian spirit, but now it seems that forget it, my path is too dangerous to miss you."

As soon as the words fell, Su Ze saw Su Xiaorou's face showing determination, and her hands were gesturing with something.

After a long time, Su Ze understood and shook his head firmly.

"No, my path is too dangerous, you are not fit to follow me."

Turning around, Su Ze swallowed a piece of Linghuai and waved his hand.

"Alright, let's go back, I'm going to keep exercising."

Listening to the footsteps in the distance, Su Ze did not look back, but began to exercise as always.

Another week passed, and Su Ze's peaceful and fulfilling life was broken, and Rakshasa Street, which had become calm and peaceful, suddenly had an enchantment.

From the barrier, a large number of undead warriors in armor and a purple-haired woman sat on a carriage.

Standing on the locust tree, Su Ze looked at the enchantment that suddenly appeared, as well as the large number of undead warriors, and was a little puzzled.

"What happened? Could it be the Spiritual Realm? ”

Near the enchantment, many undead came out of their homes and looked at the group of people who suddenly appeared, all with nervous looks on their faces.

"Ziwei Lingjiang, this is Rakshasa Street."

Hearing the report of her subordinates, the purple-haired woman sitting on the frame showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

"These undead, guarding the soul of the town will be unfavorable, they should be killed!"

The undead warriors clenched their fists and ordered, and a large army of undead warriors scattered out in all directions, slashing and slashing the undead one by one as far as they could see.

For a while, Rakshasa Street was full of smoke again, and the screams continued.

At the same time, Su Ze had already arrived not far from the frame, and with one punch he killed the undead warrior who wanted to come over and cut him, and said in a deep voice.

"Who are you in the car?!"

"I am Ziwei, one of the three spirit generals, in the name of the spirit realm, I came to this Rakshasa Street to catch the murderer who killed the soul suppressor."

The purple-haired woman's words made Su Ze stunned, although he had considered the so-called spirit realm, he would not let himself kill the soul suppression general.

But these undead warriors who go around slashing and killing the undead don't look like a law enforcement agency at all, but like thugs.

After taking a closer look at Su Ze, he felt the huge spiritual power in Su Ze's body that was rapidly decaying.

Ziwei stood up from the frame, rubbing a flying knife in her hand, and said condescendingly.

"You, with a huge amount of spiritual power in your body, shouldn't you be the murderer who killed the soul suppressor?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding undead warriors instantly took action, surrounding Su Ze in the middle.

"That's right, I killed the soul general of Rakshasa Street."

Conniving at a group of thugs to commit murder, Su Ze has no good impression of the spiritual realm now, and replied with a cold face.

"It's really nowhere to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it", taking a deep breath, the purple-haired woman pressed the frame with one hand, and pointed at Su Ze with the other hand and said: "Kill him, and then, the undead in this Rakshasa Street, not a single one will be left!" ”

recalled the plot of the first season of Soul Street, and Su Ze found that there were no three spirit generals in his memory.

However, this did not prevent Su Ze from killing enemies who wanted to kill him.

In the past half a month, Su Ze not only has a huge amount of spiritual power, but also has a certain amount of control over spiritual power.

Cover your fist with spiritual power and blast out a punch at the undead warrior who attacks you.

The spiritual power on the fist gave Su Ze greater killing power.

With his own strength, with one punch, five or six undead warriors were blasted away by Su Ze, and when they landed, they were already scattered.

Roars, screams, crashes, and so on.

That is, in less than five minutes, the thousands of undead warriors brought by the purple-haired woman were killed by Su Ze on the seventh floor.

There were less than three hundred left, and they were trembling with the weapons in their hands, hiding next to the frame of the purple-haired woman, not daring to step forward again.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

With a cold snort, the purple-haired woman jumped out of the frame and came to Su Ze.

"You are very good, you have great strength, are you willing to do things for the Spirit Domain? I can tell you about it and give you a position as a soul general. ”

"Spiritual Realm? Arson, a group of thugs, forget it. ”

Hearing Su Ze's evaluation of the Spirit Domain, the purple-haired woman was not angry.

"We have the power, of course we can do whatever it takes, those undead, a bunch of weeds are not as good as things, you don't need to pay attention to them."

"We don't agree on the three views, let's fight."

Putting on a fighting posture and covering his fists with experience, Su Ze spoke lightly.

"Toast without eating, eat and drink, look for death!"

As one of the three spirit generals in the spirit realm, her status and strength are the best choice, Ziwei feels that she can say a few words to Su Ze, and she has already put down her shelf.

However, Su Ze is unintelligible.

In this case, he can only kill this guy who doesn't know what to do.

Putting away the flying knife, a huge red and black-handled scythe appeared in his hand, and Ziwei swung the scythe and slashed at Su Ze's neck.

Without dodging or dodging, Su Ze's fists covered the spiritual power and blasted towards the sickle.

Boom!

The scythe and the flesh fist were pretended, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sound of gold and iron resonated.

The power is so great!

Ziwei Lingjiang, who felt the slight numbness of his arm that was shaken, flashed a trace of incredulity in his eyes.

So weak!

Su Ze, who experienced the power of the sickle, flashed a trace of surprise in his heart, isn't it, one of the three spirit generals in the spiritual realm, at this level?

After judging the strength of this purple-haired woman, Su Ze took the initiative to attack.

Grab the scythe with your backhand and bully yourself.

The fist covered by spiritual power, like raindrops, fell on the purple-haired woman's body, and there was no meaning of pity at all.

After all, Su Zeke heard the order given by the woman just now.

The undead on Rakshasa Street are close to 100,000.

None of them will be left.

A woman with such a vicious mind has no need to pity the jade.

Ziwei Lingjun, who had no power to fight back, was finally blasted away by Su Ze's punch, smashing the wooden frame behind him.

In the smoke and dust, blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, and a purple-haired woman with a mess came out of it.

"It's me who underestimates you, your strength is very strong, I recognize it."

"I need your recognition for my strength?"

Su Ze sneered disdainfully and replied.

The purple-haired woman was suffocated by this sentence, and then the anger in her heart burned.

"Boy, you have to pay for your actions and words!"